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Humor? Bruh, imagine me gettin’ one—screamin’, “RUB HARDER, I’M A CASHIER!” Sarcasm drips when I see bougie types actin’ shy—bitch, you paid $200, own it! Quirks? I’m picturin’ Sy Ableman givin’ tips: “Accept the mystery, schmuck!” while I’m oiled up, laughin’. It’s messy, sloppy, typos galore—erotic-massge, eroti-massage, who cares?! Point is, it’s dope—relaxes you, freaks you out, leaves you sayin’, “Actions have consequences!” like the movie. Try it, fam—chaos approved!

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Man, what a day! I swear, being a huntsman in Borgosatollo is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about the wild boar I spotted last week near Via Roma. I grab my gear, head out, and boom! First surprise of the day: it’s raining. Like, seriously? I thought we were done with this soggy nonsense.

October showcase for Autotex at FIMAST